By Stanley G. Weinbaum
The Golden Age of technology Fiction Megapacks are designed to introduce readers to vintage technological know-how fiction writers who may perhaps rather be forgotten.
Stanley Grauman Weinbaum (1902-1935) used to be an American technology fiction author. His occupation in technology fiction was once brief yet influential. His first tale, A Martian Odyssey, used to be released to nice (and enduring) acclaim in July 1934, yet he will be useless from lung melanoma inside of eighteen months.
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• The darkish Other
• A Martian Odyssey
• Valley of Dreams
• The Ideal
• Pygmalion’s Spectacles
• The Worlds of If
• The aspect of View
• Shifting Seas
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